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Chenle walked into the practice room, his eyes searching round the room for his best friend Jisung.

" Jisung-ah? Jisun- oh there you are!"

Chenle ran over to the waving Jisung, a smile plastered on his face. Chenle lay down on the floor, his head resting on Jisung's lap. 

" Oh- hi c-chenle. How are y-you?" Jisung said, trying to avoid eye-contact.

 " I'm great Jisung. I just had hotpot with Renjun. It's a shame you were practicing."

 Jisung by this point was redder than Haechan's firetruck hair, as  he felt Chenle subconsciously fiddle with Jisung's fingers.

Why were Chenle's hands so soft?

Why was Chenle making Jisung so soft?

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